Spinster aunt in the ball park

Today I was compared to a spinster aunt, sitting knitting in a corner, casting disapproving glances at her nephews and nieces. With a crocheted blanket over my shoulders.

Just because I believe in standing up for - well, see for yourself.

Chris had come to the office to talk to Alun. I was typing away merrily when I overheard Chris use the phrase 'a ball park figure.' I spun round in my chair, looked at him over my glasses and raised my eyebrows.
'What?' he said.
'A ball park figure?'
'What's wrong with that?'
I raised my eyebrows even more.

And that's when the comparison came about. It's true what they say about prophets in their own lands; I am not appreciated. I should have pointed out that just because Chris is a devotee of Desperate Housewives, it doesn't mean we all have to suffer the Americanese.

I shall persevere. After all, where would women be today if Mrs Pankhurst hadn't chained herself to the railings?